Don’t Give Me Any Of Your Stress, Thanks. If I Want Some I’ll Get My Own.

“And den da whole bloody werks of ’em dressed up in their undies and strapped inta machines of all sorts and shapes.”

This is how Pioneer Jed from the 1940’s Canadian prairies would describe his early morning visit to any local modern gym because paying to extract aimless energy in the midst of a bunch of strangers just because none of you is working as effectively as your bodies say you should seems

downright nutso if the situation is considered from the view point of view of

an as yet un-propagandized old ground breaker’s mind. Of course,

when we think of a bunch of scantily clad folks exerting

and straining themselves for no gain other than

to expand a muscle group or alter their

body weight us moderners say

“have at it pal” because

everyone knows playing in the street is dangerous.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Selye

Hey, rat over there…what’s that…?

One Response to “Don’t Give Me Any Of Your Stress, Thanks. If I Want Some I’ll Get My Own.”

  1. A course this was before organized sports and organized sports fanatics who mainly like to watch.

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